Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Andorra and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Harry Pussy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.